Speculations

Forrest became confused by the question asked. “What are you talking about?”

“Let me rephrase the question. Did she say anything to you at all while she was panicking earlier? Or make any sort of sound at all?” Raymond asked again.

“Do you hear yourself? Of course she-” Forrest stopped right then, thinking back to earlier.

As he thought about it, forget not talking to him, Christen didn’t make a single sound at all when she struggled out of his hold. Rather, she barely said a word throughout it all. Breathing and grunting aside, she didn’t make any other sound than those. Heck, he wasn’t sure if she was even grunting at the time. She just barely made a sound.

The only time she did speak, though, was when Christian came in and jumped into her arms in a hug. Even then, though, her voice sounded hoarse.

“We didn’t see any bruise on her neck, much less a scar of any kind. But it is possible that she went through a great deal of hurt there. So much so, she lost the ability to speak,” Raym